Something something something has to break;
no elastic outpaces this force and, like
Tennyson, I refuse to bend, to yield, to break, I -
in occasions of moral imperative there can be
no alternative, yet I, I, I - I questions always
what appears to be the Golden Path.
Leto II had it wrong, he -
he, he, he said the path is destiny, unalterable
fate, and only by bridging that history might one
span it, but -
He was wrong. There is no secret, Golden Path.
There is only the I, and I,I,I, -
I force the path I decide, I -
I choose the hand to forge this weapon, I -
Am as wrong as Leto II.
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